We are walking on balancing beams everyday.
Some of us fall and decided not to get up
Some do not ever get back up
Some do not speak out and stay silent
Their cries for help are dismissed like no can hear them
They give off hints but no one seems to care
So they go to the next best thing.
The kids that fell stays there and while everyone watch them.
They cut their wrist to feel more than just depression.
They take pills to try and be like everyone else
But they are just brought themselves lower than what they were
No one talked to them because they were "weird"
They didn't dress like the others because they couldn't afford it.
No one cares to glance at them because they are just an outcast.
We are labeled by what we look like and not who we are.
No one cares to see the heart someone as until they are gone.
Society compares us to someone they believe is perfect.
But never looked into what is actually perfect.
